My Poem

The trees are shaking in the wind,
stretching up to the sunlit sky.
All rare and different, fanning and spiky,
the soft fluffy moss and the hard roots,
colours range in green, brown and yellow.

Water flowing over the rocks,
a river, like memories drifting with the current.
The colours twist and squirm before my eyes,
crashing down or hanging in a puddle,
curing the animals and plants of their thirst

The green leaves fall,
down to the forest floor.
The Autumn leaves billow about,
bringing with them, a strong breeze,
calming my thoughts and memories.

A butterfly flutters past my head,
reminding me of thoughts,
flitting about in my head,
positive and negative,
tranquil and restful is the forest.